Soft Spot - Dec. 7, 2025

if I was made of rock

I’d want to be a pebble

they’re just the right size

for an adventure, hard yet

unhurt by a foot when kicked

into another neighborhood,

open to meet new folks

hang around, get the

lay of the land, settle

in for a fresh start

or maybe

be picked up and admired,

palmed and rolled around

in the warmth of fingers

and slipped into a pocket

perhaps create

a soft spot in the admirer

I know   that you’d know

what that feels like